[h2]Celia Clarke: Denver Streets[/h2]
Furnace hardly reacted to Celia's presence, his expression an unwavering mask, which only served to convince the android that she had been seen. Celia took a second to search for any strong wireless signals emanating from either of the two, but they were clean. Not even encrypted signals from Furnace, surprisingly enough. Celia began her next thought as Sonika shifted back slightly, responding to a question that had been asked before Celia's arrival in the form of (apparently) declining an offer. Sonika hadn't reacted to Celia at all so far, so it seemed to be going well. Celia made the mistake of shifting out a bit more, while her latent thought process returned an answer from the web. Furnace was actually pretty well know, a very strong cape who could control his own body temperature without self harm. A good guy, with ample support from the Protectorate and PRT alike. There was even a forum devoted to him. Endearing and creepy had a fine line.

Sonika tensed her legs, and jumped backwards fearlessly. The force she put in and the momentum she gained were clearly unbalanced. She had definitely refined her power extensively, which was admirable. At that thought a strong gust of wind threw Celia forward, pulling off her feet immediately. For about a second, maybe a second and a half, Celia was completely helpless. When you got sent into the air when you weren't prepared it was very hard to recover. Sonika didn't throw Celia at the ground luckily. Celia ran four trajectory calculations, and none of them helped her recover. Without knowing what Sonika had done to the air, she couldn't predict her fall. Celia hit the ground hard, rolling on impact, before gracefully righting herself. She was unharmed, though her shoulder had a bit of dirt on it. The recovery was a bit odd, and anyone who was particularly observant would be very confused. Celia was often too graceful, recovering far too quickly.

The android glanced between Furnace and Sonika, carefully weighing her options; She made an effort to seem more scared than she was. Sonika announced her attentions clearly, and Celia frowned at the thought that she was now a hostage. Air brushed Celia's fingertips, and she could feel her holster shifting. The clasp came undone, and the gun started pulling upward. [i][b]She won't shoot a hostage, she's not stupid. Besides I can recover from a .44 shot[/b][/i] Celia thought to herself, and stopped her hand from interrupting the guns trajectory. Sonika caught the gun thrown by her passenger, and Celia expected no less. Celia hadn't noticed the heat subsiding a bit, and that slow reaction time surprised her. She had been to distracted by the gun apparently, even though one of her processors had been unoccupied. Furnace conceded a bit, asking Sonika what she wanted now. Celia nodded, glancing back at Sonika.